Bronx Season Lyrics - Cardi B

Oh, how you doing? 

I'm alright 

Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? 

And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? 

How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost? 

Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts? 

All these labels, throwing deals from left to right 

But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right 

All these people think that this shit happen overnight 

All that flexin' they be doing 

Shit is all a hype 

No tolerance for a hating bitch 

Talking shit 

Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick 

So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit 

And don't be talking all that sorry shit 

Don't flip the script 

I see the lights 

I hear the hype 

I hit the mic 

I kill the show 

I get my dough 

I catch a flight 

I see a hater 

I'm running down 

It's on sight 

I throw my hands 

I hit em' left 

I hit em' right 

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They sleeping on me just because I used to strip 

But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP 

Blowing up my phone 

Saying everything I touch is lit 

Acting cool and wanna fuck me 

Like they wasn't talking shit 

I let em' live 

Let the shady motherfuckers live 

Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is 

Don't got the bat? 

Well then what you really tryna pitch? 

Don't waste my time 

I ain't never been no average bitch 

Photos 

Not to mention 

I did my tour and that shit was winning 

Independent, the headline 

Award of feeling 

I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given 

I love the fans 

They fill me up with their ammunition 

I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this 

I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office 

Corny bitches tryna keep up? 

Look exhausted 

Wave the white flag 

Girl, you might as well just forfeit 

My ex told me I was never gon' be shit 

Lookie, lookie now 

Lookie now 

Nigga I'm that bitch 

What you thought? 

Yeah, you really lost 

Now you kinda sick 

But I ain't never need a nigga 

I was always on my shit 

I used to stare at magazines 

On the train 

Looking at these models 

Like "I gotta be this one day" 

Fuck around 

Got myself a name 

Now I'm getting paid 

Left the corny bitches in the grave 

Now they throwing shade